Dreamville.
Before three small gravestones, Acheron stood in prayer for the three departed Nameless.
Three bundles of white flowers lay before the three unmarked stones.
"When I came here, I happened to see a child holding them."
Acheron looked at the gravestones.
"He said Aunt Triss had prepared these flowers for the [Clockmaker] and the comrades he had worried about all his life."
"Mikhail placed two bundles of flowers here every year."
"After he left, they became three."
Acheron's gaze was distant.
"Someone has always remembered your wish."
She turned slightly, looking toward the towering garden in the distance and the upside-down Penacony Grand Theater above it.
Within this dark night, the theater shone with a tranquil glow like the moon, illuminating the entire dreamscape.
"Now, just as you hoped, Penacony has welcomed dawn after a Long Night."
"The road ahead may not be smooth, but people are ready to move toward [freedom]."
Acheron's gaze slowly settled on one of the gravestones as she said solemnly,
"Tielnan, you can go home now."
"And the Nameless of the future will extend the journey you were unable to complete..."
"Oh? Why are you still here?"
A weathered-looking middle-aged man slowly walked up behind Acheron and asked,
"Aren't you going to the airship to attend the victors' ceremony?"
Acheron shook her head.
"That place doesn't suit me."
"Besides... my original reason for coming to Penacony was not to attend a gathering."
The young woman turned around and happened to receive a drink Gallagher offered her.
"Take it." Gallagher extended his hand and swirled the liquid in the wineglass.
"[Will of the Trailblaze]—you should have a share too."
"Thanks."
Acheron accepted the cocktail, took a small sip, and swallowed it.
"It tastes quite good."
Holding another cocktail, Gallagher took a sip himself and looked